Happy Fourth of July?

I was wrong that on our country’s 250 birthday, our dear leader would announce the end of his little excursion in Iran. I guess a good thing I hadn’t laid any money out in the “predictions” market. He seems to have forgotten we are even involved there. Certainly the newspapers have dropped all updates below the fold.

We started the day at the annual pancake breakfast at Town Hall, graciously put on by the Town of Windermere, his honor the mayor flipping the pancakes. All free, however the Police Foundation did take donations for the mimosas they were pouring. We were delighted to support them.

With that non-nutritionally dense start, we were ready for the day. I had already blanched and peeled 20 peaches: 12 for the cobbler, then cut the rest up for the freezer. That was about half of the Georgia Peach Truck box (approximately 25#) that I’d won this year. We’d picked them up Wednesday and begun eating. I think I’ll have to do another round of freezing in a couple of days. No more canning or jam for us. I dropped off all of our jars when we picked up our box last year. Other peach buyers were delighted to take them.


Nancy and Brynna joined us for hamburgers and hot dogs plus grilled portobello, with usual sides of slaw and a Dijon mustard potato salad. Watermelon margaritas with mild or hot jalapeño slices. Nancy brought cut watermelon with basil; Brynna made a cheesy potato casserole. 

I’d hoped Steph and Kyle would join us, but they were still sleeping off their misadventure at the Atlanta airport, no planes flying to Chicago, so they turned around and came home. Crossing our fingers Delta makes good on reimbursing them.

We spent the afternoon watching the World Cup and dosing, rudely awakened with fireworks after the rain.

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